XLII.
             
        I vex my heart with fancies dim:
            He still outstript me in the race;
            It was but unity of place
        That made me dream I rank’d with him.

        And so may Place retain us still,
            And he the much-beloved again,
            A lord of large experience, train
        To riper growth the mind and will:

        And what delights can equal those
            That stir the spirit’s inner deeps,
            When one that loves but knows not, reaps
        A truth from one that loves and knows?